Seems like I’ve neglected my blog far too long, but it has been all I could do to keep up with a hectic schedule the past couple weeks giving workshops from Boise, ID, to Santa Rosa, CA, and then traveling back east to WNBA’s national presidents’ meeting, not to mention my “day job.” I know, we’re all swamped, but let us not forget about dad – you still have time to give him the best gift ever (see below).
Fathers, I haven’t forgotten you! It is your day on Sunday. I’ve posted a little poem for all the sons and daughters out there who, when thinking of their fathers, feel a tug at their heart. I know I do.
The following poem, author unknown, is for you:
When I think of you, I just
Can’t restrain the tug at
My heart that I can’t explain.
When I think of you
Winter or summer, sun-
shine or rain, there’ll always
Remain that tug at my
Heart that I can’t explain,
When I think of you.
Now that you’re feeling that dad is tugging at your heart for your, write a short memoir by answering this question, “If I could tell just one small story that would capture my father’s character and keep his spirit alive, what would it be?” Become a TellTale Soul.
One of my most precious memories of my dad, was when our TV blew the picture tube. I knew that my dad had been in small theater, but I never saw him act. Until – he pulled the insides out of our huge television, and climbed in behind it, and did a scene from The Tempest. He loved Shakespeare. And after that moment, I did too. My dad was gifted in music and acting, and writing. He passed it along to me. This 6’5″ Texan, steel hunky,with a full head of raven hair, and broad moustache, could have been the next Rudolph Valentino. But childhood diseases left him uncertain and insecure. Did I tell you he was a graceful ballroom dancer? All the things I love to do and can do well, I got from my dad. I miss you, Daddy. Happy Father’s Day.
Dear Sharon,
That memory of your dad is precious! It made we want to be in the room with you enjoying that scene from The Tempest. What a beautiful way for a father (mother,too) to involve his children in what he loved. We should all take a chapter from his book.